Long Tenor Poems

(Musings of a poet with huge doubts and a fragile faith)

Introduction: Is God A Joke Or Human Vanity?

When close friends die and other’s thoughts are suicidal,
When mankind’s soup du jour is loneliness with anguish	
When mental...

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What Kind of People Are We

In a Shakespearean sense of tragedy and doubt the well-used
“To Be or Not To Be” from Hamlet is not the question I shall
discuss in this narrative. Rather, I shall consider...

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My fetal alcoholic bipolar:

“sometimes I experience low anxiety
and act like a happy drunk”

“sometimes,
like when entering new places 
and situations,
I experience high anxiety
and act like a very bad
and mean-spirited drunk
with immense juvenile curiosity and overload,
near total...

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a force for good
(for john coltrane and ahmed obafemi
based on ‘trane’s treatment of ‘nature boy’)

“…I wanna be a force for good…”
		-John Coltrane
 
…there was a man…
a very brave, enchanted man…
and he spoke of many things…
peace...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with bitter taste, hearts torn.

They heeded not the cries of pain,
Nor...

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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just...

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Contrary to what a dream might wish for,
There are those, sometimes, who fail to see across
That unbridgeable chasm, the one that leaves the heart
Yearning for the light, the glistening of stars shining,
The whisper of a...

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The train sits on the track covered in a splendid  frock; the seats are adorned with golden sashes and a sweet aroma splashed all over the passage, it’s  getting ready to go on...

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When the first humans walked the earth,
They all huddled in droves,
Hooted and cried to warn of dangers,
Lurking in the mangrove,

Loud voices and echoes, conveyed a return,
Along with a large kill,
A lone unreached tenor, to a...

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I swing into action
Armed with wine 
The spirit willing, really for anything
Watch the Drama

Fire in my eye, dry throat, cracking lip
I stammer a little, with Socratic confidence 
I am stinking of words, ammunition from hell
Most...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be when we had grown up?

How Susie said she wanted to...

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I stand on top of the big board chair looking at you muttering something privately to yourself over there.

 I couldn’t figure out what you were saying, I could only read the message on your...

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As I travelled down I395 I saw cars lined up with harzard lights flashing.
I knew it was a procession of some sort
As I went past all the cars in tow
I saw most men in black...

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Looking at the mirror 
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor 
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor 
offering gift that costs much pressure!

I challenge...

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Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor offering...

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I came from a generation of laughter,
while night faded the flames
freeing the moon from its silence,
flowing with dreams, dewlike 
hopes, singing in tenor, voices rising
from the ashes of a moment
before hearts felt the rhythmic trembling,
bleeding...

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*Image of The Lord is My Shepherd by Our Daily Bread

My Shepherd Lord

*Line 1, 3x repeat scales; Larghetto/Largo 60 tempo.               ...

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WordScape Triptych  #1

Coming from the Underworld as a ghost, just sauntering out of the depths like you did;
With all the rest of us just watching and wondering what you were going to say;
Tell us...

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ye that loveth might she love me
                            ...

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Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE

Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/
East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/
Up...

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Kantar ! who speaks this.....
     make the people envy: so their
     loyalties will be divided
     and they will faultier in the
  ...

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Walk with me to the corner of the street and I will show you something that you have never seen, come with me to the corner of the street and you will realize your heavenly...

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I am writing a song with a familiar rhythm busting in my vein .I am writing a song with a familiar rhythm planted in the violin strings, and the base line is running thousand miles...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - LIV : Swatting flies in Buckingham Palace from the White House

When Bianca Nobilissima, the statuesque Sea Anne-Anne anchor in her Star-Trek heat-wave get-up exposing her sculptured architectural buoy spaces from head to...

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Here’s a twain of siblings so delicate—
The tenor and its weary vehicle,
Similar are, nor yet so disparate
O lady, art not thou so fickle? 

In seeming sameness struts lady contrast, 
Harmony jars to sing in unsure...

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